O’Rourke. O, be jabbers, you’re all out to say.
(The party on the L., with the exception of Paunch, rise indignantly.) Mr. Foreman, Mr. Foreman!
Precise (pounds on table). Silence! Order, gentlemen, order.
Blower. Mr. Foreman, this attempt of the party on the right to intimidate the party on the left is unjust.
Punster. Far from being righteous or courteous.
Snowball. Am we jurors, or am we not jurors? I ax you?
Precise. The interruption shall not occur again. Go on, Mr. Timorous.
Timorous. If you please, Mr. Foreman, I only rose to say——that, if I might be allowed to say it——that——I’ve got nothing to say.
Party on right. Shame! Humbug! Put him out!
Precise. Order, gentlemen.——Have you no reason to give for your vote of “Not guilty”?